Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Visage,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.